Wei Wan'er and Tang Zhangwei were eating hot pot together, and Queen He also accompanied them to eat hot pot.

Bai Cunxiao said: "Whenever it rains, I will have pain in my body. Because, there are too many wars, and I have paid too much. ”

Empress He said, "That's true. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "It's not easy for everyone, but Tang Zhaozong has gone too far recently, it's not that he doesn't give him a chance, it's just that this person has been asking me for trouble several times, which makes me feel that he really doesn't know each other." ”

Empress He said: "The emperor is a little confused. ”

This Tang Zhaozong was really a little strangely excited.

Tang Zhangwei saw that Huai Su was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but ask again, "Is the master very familiar with Li Bai?"

"There is a relationship, but there are more than confidants." Huai Su glanced at him, "Brother Taibai, do you have something in your arms?"

Tang Zhangwei remembered that Fang Xuanyan had been in his arms, and hurriedly took it out and handed it to Huaisu. Huai Su took the inkstone, stretched out his hand to rub it slowly, and his expression was overwhelmed with nostalgia: "'Xuanzhou Stone Inkstone Ink Color', I didn't expect him to keep this thing."

Seeing that Bai Cunxiao was puzzled, he smiled again: "This is an old thing, do you know that if it wasn't for the banana dragon smelling the smell of this inkstone just now, I am afraid that Brother Taibai will be eaten by those four dragons as soon as he steps into this green heavenly nunnery."

"What!?"

"This inkstone is a Xuan inkstone, and it was given to an old friend. The banana dragon knows this thing, so he thinks you are the same person, otherwise ......."

Tang Zhangwei knew that he was put on a table by Chu Yimin, if it weren't for Wei Dingbang's foresight, and he insisted on visiting Monk Peter to get this inkstone before coming to Dongshan, maybe he would hang it up inexplicably, and his back couldn't help but feel a little cold sweat.

"My old man, I didn't expect him to give this thing to you."

"The old man...... Who is it?"

"It's a young man named Wei Dingbang."

Tang Zhangwei's heart trembled, it turned out that the Wei family patriarch had already been here. He remembered that Monk Peter had mentioned that when Wei Dingbang died, he had already lost his pen spirit, and it seemed that he had retreated here. In this way, the matter of retiring the pen is not false, and he is in ecstasy.

Outside the window, the banana grove makes the rustle of the wind through the woods, and occasionally one or two birdsongs, it should be the afternoon of the green Tian'an world. Huaisu pushed open the wooden window and let Lin Feng pass through the hall, intoxicated for a while. He turned around and said, "Brother Taibai, you look at this place of self-imprisonment, but it's not bad, right?"

"Self-imprisoned?"

"If the heart is not self-imprisoned, how can it be self-imprisoned?"

This kind of Zen-style wit, Bai Cunxiao didn't understand it at all, he could only reply in a daze, "Then there's nothing to be imprisoned, right?"

Huai Su stroked his palms and laughed, and praised, "Brother Taibai is so smart!"

Tang Zhangwei was clumsy, but he inadvertently followed the path of Zen Buddhism.

"Do you know why Monk Huaisu is here?"

Tang Zhangwei shook his head.

"Since you have a pen spirit, I think you should know the owner of the pen mound?"

"Yes, I did."

Wai Su turned his head back out the window, and his tone was all in the third person, as if he was talking about someone else's business: "This is what started with him. When the monk was dying, a gentleman came to him at the bedside, claiming to be the owner of the pen mound, and wanted to refine him into a pen spirit, saying that calligraphy would last forever in the future. Monk Huaisu is dull, he is not confined to the wine pen in his life, he only wants to be comfortable, and why should he be nostalgic for the spirit of the pen. But the owner of the pen mound was reluctant again and again, so the monk Huaisu picked up four banana leaves, poured his life into writing four dragon characters, and then died. A wisp of soul does not disperse, with these four dragon characters into a retired pen mound, self-imprisoned, in order to show determination, it has been more than 1,700 years. It's called a retreat, but it's a retreat."

Tang Zhangwei was silent, the scene outside the nunnery turned out to be all dragons, and the Huaisu in front of him was just a ghost. In order not to be refined into a pen spirit and restrain his body, he chose to imprison himself in this square inch for thousands of years, which can be called a great determination. The words "reluctantly" are an understatement, and I don't know how much thrilling is hidden behind it.

Huai Su raised his eyes and looked at the Qinglian pen and asked, "Brother Taibai is wandering outside the world, and he is wanton, how can Qinglian be willing to be the servant of the master of the pen mound?"

"You're farting, the fortune teller said that Bai Cunxiao has the destiny to escape death, right?"

Tang Zhangwei still does not lose his true colors at this time. Tang Zhangwei let out a heavy "um" with a heavy face, his eyes flashed, and his whole body exuded a sharp light.

"He betrayed you for his own selfish gain, why do you defend him so much?" Chu Yimin scoffed.

Tang Zhangwei replied without hesitation, "I am willing."

You that

Tang Zhangwei suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders, and he hated to take responsibility.

"And the way to enter is to land on this stone tablet." I don't know when an ancient monument appeared next to Chu Yimin, the stele body was rough and peeling off seriously, and the concave characters on it were flying and phoenix dancing, and Tang Zhangwei almost didn't recognize a few. However, there is a faint aura floating on the stele, Tang Zhangwei has been immersed in the pen spirit world for a long time, and he can already notice these details.

"This is Huaisu's authentic Thousand Words Tablet, which we just borrowed today from a generous museum friend, and is a key. After a while, I will use the "Thousand Words Tablet" to town in front of the palace, and you will wake up those banana dragons with a finishing touch. When the dragons swim, the entrance will naturally appear. It's as easy as entering your own house."

"Won't there be any danger?"

"No, there is no danger to Huai Su, he is just a calligrapher." Chu Yimin replied easily.

It seems that you have not heard the story of the monk of debate, Tang Zhangwei thought to himself, and then asked, "What do you want?"

"Huai Suhua has worked so hard to seal it there, and naturally there is a hidden pen spirit - of course, you don't need to worry about this Luo friend, you just need to go in and return your own pen spirit to us."

Tang Zhangwei noticed that he used a return word.

Immediately, Chu Yimin asked Zhuge Chun and Cheng Zhou to guard the three captives, and Zheng He carried the stone tablet with his strong body, and followed Chu Yimin and Tang Zhangwei to the front of the martial palace.

After getting closer, the image of the stone dragon became more and more distinct. A row of four wooden pillars, the dragon claws on the pillars are volleying, lifelike, but each stone dragon is blind, and both eyes are half a smooth stone ball, like a blind man, so that the whole dragon loses a lot of charm.

Chu Yimin walked to the front of the hall and asked Zheng He to put down the stele. He circled around the "Thousand Words Tablet" a few times, and suddenly slapped it down with one palm, and the surface of the tablet cracked, and a generation of ancient monuments was destroyed. Soon Tang Zhangwei noticed that the aura left in many cursive characters began to flow out along the cracks, gradually filling the entire front of the Martial Palace, and Huaisu's spirit filled the entire space.

The four stone dragons on the pillar seemed to be a little angry when they were sensed by this, and their scales and armor even stretched slightly.

Chu Yimin made a gesture to Tang Zhangwei: "Please!"

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